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Closer

~(Y/N)'s POV~

     It was time to part, so I gave Dad my number, and he already knew Roman's, who was coming with Knockout and I back to the Nemesis. Of course, Dad had something to say about that.

         "Don't you be taking anyone's scrap." He told me, "And don't let Megatron lay a single digit on you, else I'll be giving him a dose of his own plague!"

         "I almost corrected you to 'medicine', but that sounds more appropriate," I shrugged, "Don't worry, most likely when I get there he's going to treat me like some china doll, considering that the last time he saw me I was leaking energon from everywhere."

Knockout nodded in agreement as his holoform self, most likely to both statements.

         "Don't forget to come back from time to time to race, don't want that new engine to go to waste." I winked, and my father chuckled.

Dad sighed, giving Roman and I one last hug before leaving, his black pick up becoming non-existent behind the trees that surrounded us.

         "Give me a sec and I'll swap forms."

The red head human disappeared, and Knockout transformed.

         "I'll walk you there." He offered.

         "Naw, I'm goo-"

         "Just go you squirt!" Roman yelled, and I gave him a good glare before stepping onto Knockout's servo, ending up on my butt as the momentum of his lift made me lose my balance.

     We started on our way, and since it was a short walk, I asked if he wanted to look behind the water fall.

         "I doubt there will be anything of interest for me to find." He said, and I gave him a look that probably made him think I thought he was being an idiot.

Sighing, the cherry carried me through the water fall, setting me down by the psychic patch device. I was kind of glad to know why I could figure out how stuff like this works. Knowing my family tree, though part of it is a little messed up and knarly, kinda lifts a load off of my back. The device attached, and machine running, I transferred my mind to the Cybertronian body, finding Knockout patiently waiting. I punched him in his shoulder, hard.

         "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" He hollered, starting to grumble about his finish.

         "THAT! Was for pushing me through that groundbridge!"

I then grabbed a hold of his upper chassis, bringing his faceplate down, kissing him, my optics closed. At first he was surprised, and not quite sure how to react, making me smile into my kiss, but he soon wrapped his arms around me and returned it, smiling just the same. We pulled away, breathless.

         "And what was that for?" He asked, rubbing his cheekplate to the side of my helm.

         "That, was for being the best sparkmate a femme can have." I breathed, wrapping my own arms around him, not wanting to let go.

     We stayed like this, refusing to let each other go, rocking side to side every once in awhile. Putting a servo to his chassis, I felt his sparkbeat, a soothing thrum that made my digits tingle. He kissed my helm.

         "Would you like to see it?"

         "See what?"

         "My Spark, silly femme." He answered, and I couldn't help but stare at him.

I know how sacred a Spark is, mech or femme. To mess with one is most dangerous, and practically a crime, and is only shown to those you love the most. I read up on the Cybertronian anatomy, read all I could in order to understand them more. Some of it I understood, some I didn't.

         "I... I don't know..."

         "You do love me, don't you?"

         "Th-that's not fair." I stuttered, becoming more conflicted by the moment, but him showing me his Spark was only half of it.

         "All is fair in love and war, and I'm pretty sure we go through a bit of both." He chuckled, and I glared at him, a dusty blue creeping it's way on my faceplate due to my embarrassed, nervous frustration. "Wildstryke, something else is worrying you, what is it?"

     I was hesitant, but gave in as I let out a large sigh.

         "It's just... I can't return it."

I let go, hugging myself as I stepped away from him, my faceplate turned down.

        "You don't think I know that?" He lifted my helm with a single silver digit, his optics soft, and gentle smile a calming sight, "Why would I care, when either way, I have you forever?"

I knew he was right, and smiled in return, hugging my cherry around his neck cables.

         "Yes."

         "Yes what?"

         "Yes I would like to see your spark, silly mech."

We both laughed, a short, soft laugh, afraid any sudden noise would ruin the moment.

     I was still unsure, and had to stop myself from telling Knockout 'no' as he opened his Spark Chamber, a bright, yet soft light making the dripping water sparkle, and the entire cave become brighter, despite the shining sun outside, though I don't think even that star could compare to the warm light that graced my optics. I stopped my servo, noticing how close it was coming to his Spark. Knockout chuckled as I looked up at him sheepishly.

         "Go on." He said softly, and I let my servo get closer to his spark.

Several strands of electric light extended to meet my servo, their movement fast, the feeling warm as the soft light ebbed and grew with it's pulse, a soft tug pulling it closer to Knockout.

         "Whoa," I breathed.

         "Those are the parts that represent my adoration for you." He said, and I played with the strands between my digits, giggling at how they followed any part that went away from them, seeming to want to be intertwined.

         "It's beautiful." I looked up at him, seeing the pure tranquility in his optics, and I knew he had wanted to do this for the longest time.

         "That may be so," There's his ego, a trait I've come to love, "But even my own Spark can not compare to your beauty."

I blushed slightly, my attention going back to the strands still flitting around my digits. Once again Knockout brought my helm up to face him, his digit gentle under my chin.

         "You have no idea how much I mean it."

I was given an idea when the strands pulled me closer with one hard tug, and I found myself against his chassis, faceplates close once more, but not quite touching. Looking into his bright red optics, I saw the surprise in them, but also the pure joy in having me so close.

         "I think," I started in a whisper, "I have a pretty good idea."

Leaning in closer, our lips connected for the second time, his low hum going a bit faster as his Spark Chamber was hidden once more, and my servo was freed to wrap around the back of his helm, the other caressing his cheekplate, his own keeping me firmly pressed against him, as if never to let me go. 

(Ya'll better be proud of me! I worked on it in an overly hot, cramped car for over 8 hours X( HAHA!  Hope you liked it! Don't we just love progress? Oh wait, we love Knockout! XD)